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Ray Robertson's
Moody Food is a very rare and unusual beast--a good novel about a rock band, and a good novel about the '60s. Neither subject tends to make for particularly good fiction. Embarrassing novels about the '60s range from Linda and Esta Spalding's
Mere to Thomas Pynchon's
Vineland, and most rock & roll sagas tend to be immediately forgettable.
Moody Food somehow manages to sail through this territory with its dignity intact, maybe because of Robertson's youth. He was born in 1966, the year of much of
Moody Food's action, and he approaches the period with irreverence, enthusiasm, and only a little nostalgia.
The obligatory eccentric genius at the centre of Moody Food is Thomas Graham, an outlandishly dressed hippie-cowboy singer who is part Gram Parsons, part Townes Van Zandt, and part Howe Gelb. Thomas recruits our narrator, the lovably dorky Bill Hansen, to be his drummer and creative foil in his quest to create a deliriously miscegenated "Interstellar North American Music." Thomas and Bill sign up Christine (Bill's folk-singing girlfriend) and Slippery Bannister (a down and out pedal-steel legend), and head off across America as the Duckhead Secret Society. They prosper briefly but soon descend into a maelstrom of drugs and what the music press now calls "creative and artistic differences." Yes, Moody Food sounds incredibly hokey. But bad band names aside, Moody Food works. Robertson's storytelling is lively, his language is rich, and his story is far more than mere bubble gum. --Jack Illingworth
--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
From Booklist
Young Canadian novelist Robertson re--creates the funky atmosphere of 1960s Toronto in this homage to the short, drug-fueled life of musician Gram Parsons (here fictionalized as American southerner Thomas Graham). Yorkville bookstore employee Bill Henderson is instantly mesmerized by his first sighting of Graham, who is decked out in his customary flamboyant attire--"white cowboy boots and a red silk shirt, all topped off with a white jacket covered with a green sequined pot plant, a couple of sparkling acid cubes, and a pair of woman's breasts." Once Graham lays out his vision for melding country and rock, what he calls Interstellar North American Music, the ragtag band is born, with Bill's bald, vegan girlfriend on bass and an alcoholic old-timer on a weeping pedal steel guitar. As they embark on a tour that takes them from dives to the legendary Whisky Club in L.A., Thomas and Bill become increasingly obsessed with their music and with hard drugs. Robertson builds in a sense of foreboding even as he offers a frequently hilarious take on a troubled musical visionary.
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